But here, in the light of a vast recreation hall beyond a kitchen in which they had taken cover as one of the Soviet murder squads passed, there was light enough and wearing them was no longer required. She pocketed them in the BDU jacket, immediately setting to checking her rifle as the commandoes (only nine remained?) under Wolfgang Mann’s command set to checking ways in and out. As she satisfied herself as to the condition of her weapon, she suddenly realized she was terribly hungry. But there was nothing to eat, despite the fact she had just passed through a large, modern kitchen and that she was in a hall where, like as not, banquets were often held. All the weight of her rucksack was ammunition. A solitary canteen of water was on her belt. She didn’t want to drink because, if she did, she might have to urinate and where could she do that? Sarah Rourke shook her head, disgusted. Where were the Chinese? Wolfgang Mann’s voice came to her through the radio and echoed her own thoughts.
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